Coincidence?

I am currently working on a paper focused on Trauma in the work of Haitian-American novelist, Edwidge Danticat and I find the poem below and made some connections. The first time I was introduced to her work was via the daughter of a close family friend when I was in high school. That book was Breath, Eyes, Memory and I was both confused, distressed and captivated by the events unfolding in the novel. There was so much pain reflected in the lives if the characters, yet they bore it as best they could and were so strong. It taught me about the true meaning of being strong in the face of great adversities. Since then, I have read many of Danticat’s work and continue to learn about the Haitian spirit that I now realise can never be r truly captured by certain international entities that try to do so.

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I recently found a poem [that I will leave below] I had written as I became immersed in learning a little bit more about my Caribbean neighbours; a country that has been shrouded is mystery and misunderstandings. It is not a coincidence that I am now working on a thesis focused on this writer; stories that speak to more than a history of violence and traumas. It had not been my intention. However, when we step back and take a closer look we are able to connect the dots of events and actions in our lives that at first seemed peculiar, disjointed and disconnected.


The Cries of the Unbroken          .
 
Mwen pa two byen
I’m not too well
I can’t find dey way,
Di light gone.
Eske ouka ede nou souple?
Can you help us please?
It was the shaking,
The shaking Mama.
It turn mi on mi head.
It swell mi belly an’ shove dirt
Over mi.
Mi bone tremble,
Oh Lord!
Ah tremble!
Oh  Lord!
 
Father a sinking
Francois, Jean, Boukman
Save mi, a shaking, a trembling
Ah dying!
 
My brother, eske ou ka ede nou souple?
Can you help us please?
My pride stands on the other side,
Jus’ ova soah.
I am dry.
Brother man
Father man
Mother woman
Sister!
Touch dis descendant of a,
Slave…
Stop,
The worms running out,
Stop the hole.
Father!
Father…
 
Yes, I hear you.
You callin’ mi Daddy oh?!
 
I’ll fly away to glory,
I’ll fly away…
****************************************************************************
The water,
It in mi lungs,
I try to swim but I dragging under
I scream!
I cry,
I cry.
 
I cry!
My mind, my body
My soul.
My ears are filled with it.
The water,
In
Every .cell  a mi hair
Strand.
My heart is swimming in it.
I see
My ancestors.
                                                                      Chile wi gonna save yuh!
 
Sa ki pa touye ou li an grese
That which doesn’t kill you makes you fat.
The water can’t touch you, no more.
The pain in yuh chest,
Gone.
Hold di res’ inna yuh hand,
Squeeze it,  shut!
They can’t beat you no more.
The skin off yuh back,
Ain’t coming off,
Tenk God.
The water running in the
Basin,
That is you.
Wash them opprimer away.
What a friend we have in Jesus…
 
The truth is in you.
The black star shine
Bright.
Strong.
Up, Up an’
Kimbo…
Kery on pep la gen gonm
The people's pen can never be erased.

What Do We Have to Lose?

As many of us get older, loss becomes a thing we dread. People we have known all our lives, old and young begin to die and we begin to wonder, who next, what else will we lose next? We experience the joy of gaining material possessions only to lose them when we least expect to. Then there are the friendships and those other relationships that we lose along the way. All these losses are like mini-volcanic eruptions that threaten to consume us with their lavas, their molten touches, deadly.

We almost always think of loss as something bad, something to avoid, however, no matter how much we would wish to, we can never escape its experience.

Many persons hold on too tightly and for far too long to things that do not work anymore or things we should have given up a long time ago, and miss out on what is beyond those losses. We fear losing an income so we stay in a job that we were never meant to be in or have nothing more to offer. We hold on to relationships that are toxic because we do not want to be alone, we don’t want to be the odd one out.

Do not let your vision be filled with the ashes of what you loss.

However, loss has many great possibilities. When someone you love dies and you feel you cannot survive it, you do. You survive and you realise that you were built strong; you were built to endure so much loss and be stronger than you were before. When you lose that thing that was more than life itself and you feel as if you have nothing, you realise that life is the most important possession you have. Life is the most important, because if you have it there is nothing that you cannot have once again that will be equal to, or greater than what you thought was so important. From that experience you come to understand that there is more to life than the things you hope to gain, whether it be possessions or recognition.

When you lose the ability to go where you want to, when you want to, you begin to appreciate the simple miracle of waking another day to experience what a particular time in your life allows you to experience. We begin to appreciate what we have and also what we do not have and realise that it doesn’t take much, just a positive outlook to transform a broken situation into a blessing. Losing the ability to truly experience freedom,means that you value it more and are willing to not only secure your own but anyone else’s that may be threatened.

When you lose the ability to have what you want because you can no longer afford it, you begin to appreciate what you do have. When you realise that you have lost some of your loved ones along the way, you begin to appreciate more, those who are left. When your health begins to fail, you begin to take better care of yourself and you truly begin to honour this temple God has given you. When you lose all your friends because of your unshakable stubbornness, you begin to seek the truth of what true humility is and get rid of an ego that had left no room for anyone else in your life.

When a bloom dies, if you stick around long enough, another will eventually take its place…

There are so many things that we needed to lose this year and we did not even know. We needed to lose our pride, fear, doubt , self-sabotaging ways, excuses as to why things have not worked so far, our procrastinating ways. Yes, we also needed to lose someone people, because that is just the nature of relationships, not all of them were meant to last. Some people were sent into our lives to teach us and then leave us. However, in losing them it does not mean that we should forget what they left us with, the knowledge and growth we experienced and we should be grateful. Grateful that they came and grateful that they left when they did because it was the right time, it was after all only for a time. This also include things that we acquire over time. In losing things there is not only room for something else but something better that is even more suited to where we are in our lives.

Losing things fill us with so much grief, and sometimes we spend so much time griefing for the thing or person we have lost that we never recover. We never fully accept the gift of losing. We never move beyond a broken place, to be able to recognise that those losses can manifest precious gems, gems that can never be bought, stolen or sold.

Doctor’s Visit

Well I went to the doctor and it only confirms that the change was sorely needed. Since my last visit in March I have gained 11 pounds! I knew I was heavier, my clothes and body told me so but still it was a big surprise how much. Since turning 16 years old I have not been this heavy. However the visit was not just about my weight gain, but a way for me to take back control after feeling powerless for a long time. I have already told know it will not be easy, but as the doctor said the weight has got to go! However, eating too much was not the only cause, not only do we need to take care of our physical health but more so our mental health. I have not been stressed in a long time and it really took a toll on my body, mind and emotions. It really is true that your mental and physical selves are so interwoven that the breakdown of one leads to the breakdown of the other. What made this period worse was that I felt I had no one who would understand what I was going through. I have felt so alone in this period than I have for a long time.

waiting room

Visiting the doctor lifted a burden I did not know I had, off my shoulders. There were certain fears about my health both mental and physical that I had not voiced to anyone around me and it made me feel good to share it. It was good to feel I was in a non-judgemental space where I could unload a bout something that would lead to absolutely no judgement. So now I don’t fear the doctor as much the next time, and I won’t wait so long to go the next time. for the rest of the year, I plan to visit the doctor every month and get the necessary tests done to do my part in ensuring I am as healthy as I can be – under the circumstances. However this is just the beginning. While it is true that your health is your wealth, I also feel honesty in all areas of live is crucial moving forward. I hope this will lead to less future misunderstandings and hurt feelings with those I come in contact or have relationships with.

While we do our best to cope with the changes still ahead, we should never forget that we need to constantly assess how we are positively impacting the lives of others. I will do my best to encourage those around me to take their physical and mental health seriously. I am slowly realising that it is not enough that whatever change each of us experience just benefit us, but it should also be beneficial to those who need to see and experience the change along with us.

So I am committed to this journey, I do not know where it will take me but I hope I never feel as if I am taking the journey alone again.

Time For a Change.

So 2020 continues to be a roller coaster of little highs and many lows. Since this year I have packed on the poundage and fallen all the way off my exercise game. To make matters worse, even though it seems like eons ago, it was only January that I was in the best shape of my life. I took it for granted. Then I started to get sick all the time – well more than usual which is saying a lot. So I was sick and it seems since March I have not fully recovered.

Now I have to face the reality of my situation. I have to go to the doctor. I need to take back control instead of eating poorly and feeling sorry about where I am at. Though I have come to dread going to the doctor based on a lack of trust relating to whether or not they can truly help me, I have decided to be as proactive as I can be. Plus something’s been telling me to go, so I am going.

I have also decided to cut back on going on social media and today was the most productive day I have had in awhile, and I am not talking about the erratic productivity that sees you doing everything and still getting nothing done. I have completed the full draft of my Masters paper, something that in January seemed impossible and I feel like something has changed overall today. There has been a shift and I hope this is the beginning of a more fruitful period. I remain hopeful and faithful.

So, today I also ate what I consider to be quite well. I was not constantly hungry, stuffing myself without rhyme or reason and then being sick of it all after. However something strange happened today. I got up, did the necessaries and then exercised and actually ate something reasonably healthy and this continued throughout the day. I will do my best to continue this but I know it will take time and patient – something I did not get enough of at birth.

Above are meals that not only kept me fueled all day but which were also very tasty. These meals represent the signs that change is possible if we do our part. When all the ingredients necessary are provided, it would be a crime to ignore them and let them go to waste. You never know what form that change will take, you just need to make sure you recognise the signs and take action.

It is time for a change and it will not happen unless we pay attention to the signs and make the change possible by taking the necessary route and making the first step speak to the fact that you have a plan. Today was a good day because I decided to take hold of the opportunity to make it so. Will you do the same?

Keep It.

When God tells you His plans for you and a blessing is on the way, how about we keep it?

It is good to feel confident in telling someone you trust your secrets, desires or about a blessing on the way. However, you should keep it real close to your heart and not share it.

Many friendships have not stood the test of time because someone just had to share all the wonderful things they had going for them. There is a reason it says in Matthew 6:3 not to let your right hand know what your left hand does. Though it is in reference to giving to the poor, we can also recognise the importance of remaining silence in order to allow the will of God to manifest within the time it is suppose to.

I remember a couple of years ago a wise lady told be something, then warned me about telling anyone who may become jealous. However, I had this one person I thought would be happy for me and I told her, and as you guess it is still blowing up in my face. Since then I have been constantly reminded of the need to keep most, if not all, things private. I also recognise the importance of not living in a moment that has not been given to you as it and to never think or act out of pride. You see I felt good about what I had been told and I wanted to share with someone who would hype me up, but it didn’t happen that way.

If you really think about it, why do we want to tell others everything going on with us? Is it because we want to gloat and seek the praise of others? Sometimes we think our intentions are pure, but when we really examine our motives at times we realise that in the things we do there is often an ulterior motive. We also have to think, really think and be honest, does it even do something to boost our self esteem when everyone can recognise how good or blessed we are?

Often times we share without thinking whether or not this is something that the person needs to hear or even wants to hear. We regale them with ALL our blessings and slowly count them one by one before them. While, they stand their in their valley season listening to what we have and remembering what they do not. We have to consider whether it would be better for their peace of mind, for their own sense of worth if we were not so vocal about all these wonderful things we have or have to look forward to. Each person reacts to things and certain why that most times does not match your expectations of them. Instead of bombarding them with all our plans and blessings, maybe we should ensure that we do our part to ensure that we add value to the exchange; so, that everyone leaves feeling good and committed to their own path, instead of being stuck on each other’s journey.

For many of us it’s hard to be secretive and just shut up about what is happening or what we plan to do. however, we need to remember to operate in secret and when the time is right what needs to be revealed will be without any help on our end.

Stop Being Toxic!

Stop being toxic to yourself. I know it is easy to blame others for the way you are and the way your life turned out so far but doesn’t mean that it is right and true. What would be good is if many of us stopped paying so much attention to what someone else is doing. If we stopped getting our courage from what someone else does and start finding our own way.

I use to be in a panic when I realised that other persons were action, while I was sitting in the dark and now had to figure things out for myself, by myself. However, if we stopped looking, we wouldn’t trip ourselves up on someone else’s mess. It is quite necessary to stop and ask ourselves some important questions before we take action; questions such as:

  • who do I hope to impress here?
  • where will this take me?
  • am I acting out of desperation?
  • is this really based on my particular skill set?
  • have I been influenced by what others have said or done?
  • am I competing with real or imagined adversaries?
  • can I commit to seeing this out til the end?

If you really want to work on always being anxious and fearful, stop living your life based on the shortcomings you had ten years ago. I have tried the personality trait test about three times and I realise that nobody is destined to stay the same all their lives, unless they want to. No one is a fixed entity incapable of change, it is just that some do not want to change even when it is for their own good.

There is never anything good about copying and pasting someone’s life over your own and so those who do, need to stop trying to do so. There are many toxic persons out there and many are toxic to themselves. They don’t need anyone to talk them out of a good idea because they are faster, sharper and more deadly than their critics. Before an idea is formed they quickly shoot it down and when the opportunity passes they drag themselves from pillow to post until they are a nervous wreck.

So do yourself a favour and stop being toxic to yourself. Take the time to slow down before you take that next step and do not move, if not moved by the Spirit. Be kind with yourself and practise a little selfcare.

If we must Die…

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I was speaking to my students recently about Caribbean poets and Claude McKay came up. Unsurprisingly, they were only vaguely familiar with his name. In some instances I have seen him listed as an American poet, an error which sought to erase his humble Jamaican origins. Born September 15, 1889, in Sunny Ville Clarendon, he eventually made his way across America and Europe, gathering worlds of experiences to himself. He was best known for his invaluable contribution to the Harlem Renaissance in New York and was considered a literary voice for social justice. More than any of his masterfully crafted poems, the one that resonates with me today, is the poem, “If We Must Die”.

A poem that never fails to shake me out of a defeated mindset.

“Though far outnumbered let us show us brave”

“Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back

Though this Shakespearean sonnet…

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